Pastel Colours - Chapter 16

Day0618:00pm

He Zhiyuan got off work in the middle of the night, did twelve sets of bench presses in the company gym as usual, drove home under the smell of sweat, took a simple hot bath, then took up the towel, wiped his hair, and went to the kitchen Red wine.

When it was cold, he wanted to drink something hot, so he took out the soup pot and cinnamon, cut a few slices of orange, and began to cook orange wine.

There is no one else in the house. He is not wearing a nightgown, but only a pair of dark gray underwear. His upper body is naked, showing strong muscles in his arms, chest and abdomen. The two long legs stand upright, showing smooth and **** lines.

During the five-year window period, He Zhiyuan has maintained the habit of regular exercise. Exercise is great for health, but it also has troubles-it promotes hormone secretion and keeps sexual desire always in a strong state. He Zhiyuan is busy with work and has no time to fall in love. He has an energetic physique, but he does not have a physically fit bed partner to share the joy.

The busy day passes, and he will always feel lonely until night.

Inner self-discipline, body hungry-this is the true portrayal of He Zhiyuan. He was like a firecracker locked in a safe, and hot oil was splashed on the primer, and it stopped at a single point, but he could only make a muffled sound.

He doesn’t know when he can fall in love again, or whether he will get married in his life.

Not getting married means that there will never be such a warm person waiting for him to go home in the evening, preparing him for a bath and changing clothes, giving him a silent hug and comfort. There would not be such a person who walked out of the room after coaxing Boob to sleep, pressed him against the wall and kissed deeply, and the kiss was surging. No one could control each other, and both rolled onto the bed and met naked. The skin is against the skin, the musculoskeletal is rubbing against the musculoskeletal, reaching the climax together in the crazy rhythm.

He has things that most people don’t, such as a career to realize self-worth, a respectable social status and growing wealth. However, he doesn’t have what most people have.

Such as family.

The red wine in the pot began to bubble and the aroma was overflowing. He Zhiyuan poured out a small half cup and returned to the living room sofa to sit down. The **** reaction between the crotch has not disappeared, and the underwear bulges, a big bag bulging. He looked at that place and took a sip of his wine rather helplessly.

family?

When he was young, he was fearless and fearless. He traveled north and south alone, with a person, a car, and a shoulder bag. Now… he has reached the age of longing for stability.

The red wine slowly bottomed out, the laptop on the coffee table suddenly sounded a reminder, and a message popped up in the upper right corner of the screen: It’s safe to be home! (Two ha)

When He Zhiyuan saw those words, the corners of his lips raised, and his low mood was wiped out.

Immediately after the first message was swiped, the second message popped up on the screen: Bobo just took a shower, and now he fell asleep holding his new toy, please rest assured, Dad He! 【Message picture.jpg】

He Zhiyuan moved the mouse and clicked on the picture.

In the picture, Bubu embraces a rabbit doll, sleeping soundly on Song Ran’s bed. The little face sank into the pillow, his mouth opened slightly, his bunny ears half-bite in his mouth. His cheeks are rosy, and his black hair sticks to his cheeks, looking immature and peaceful.

He Zhiyuan smiled, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Songran.

At this time in China, it was just 6 o’clock in the evening, and Songran was cooking soup in the kitchen with an apple in his mouth. Seeing He Zhiyuan’s call came in, he spit out the apple and pressed the answer button.

He has always had a slight obsession with “He Zhiyuan voluntarily called him”, probably because he had been hung up three times before, and his mentality was imbalanced. He always felt that Mr. He should call him three times on his own initiative. Can be really written off.

This is the first time.

Songran ticked the small ledger in the fantasy, easily adjusted the flame to the darkest, ran to the living room, jumped on the sofa and sat cross-legged, and began to report today’s interesting things to He Zhiyuan.

After chatting enthusiastically for a few minutes, I received a new email on my computer, which was a compressed package of Happy Valley photos sent by Lin Hui. Songran didn’t even look at it. He asked for He Zhiyuan’s email address and forwarded it directly. He planned to chat and watch with him, and select a few of the cutest photos of cloth to make a photo album, and put it at home as decoration in the future.

The decompression progress bar quickly pushed to the end. Songran opened the folder happily, scanned a circle of thumbnails, and suddenly froze, his expression became especially embarrassing for a moment.

“Mr. He, I… I seem to have sent it wrong, please don’t click that email, delete it, and I’ll send it to you later!”

He was holding the mouse, panicked to not know where to point.

It’s a pity that the internet speed at home is too fast, and he didn’t finish a word. On the other side, He Zhiyuan’s screen has begun to refresh the thumbnails row by row.

Seeing those photos, He Zhiyuan immediately understood why Songran was nervous.

Of the more than a hundred photos, only a dozen of which Bobo is the protagonist, and the remaining 90% are all Song Ran-Song Ran shot by Lin Hui with a loving lens.

In the first picture, the handsome boy looks into the distance with a smile on his lips. His eyelashes are long, curved upwards, and his eyes are gentle. The sun’s dazzling colors fall into his pupils, and the edges of his skin are surrounded by a soft halo.

He Zhiyuan knew that the place Songran looked at must be his cloth.

Switching to the next picture, Songran half-kneeled on the ground, standing in front of him wrapped in a large bath towel wrapped in cloth, his clothes and trousers were soaked, and there were a few dull hairs on his head that were wet with water. . Songran’s expression was worried and helpless, while Boob grabbed his hair and giggled at him.

The naughty child, after being spoiled for a few days, became bullish into the sky, causing trouble to others.

He Zhiyuan laughed and cut another one. The moment the picture leaped into his eyes, his eyes condensed suddenly, and a strong feeling of heat suddenly rose in his lower abdomen.

The content of the photo is very simple, only Songran’s profile-he is eating an ice cream cone.

The lens was zoomed very close, the crushed almonds and white cream were slightly dipped on the lips, the bright red tongue sticking out, hit the edge of the vanilla ball, and a layer of cream that had not fallen yet melted and covered the tongue. .

Obviously it’s just a simple action, but it has an inexplicable sultry power.

He Zhiyuan was pushed harder.

When he noticed this embarrassing situation, he looked down at his underpants which had been pushed out by the genitals, and he was really taken aback for a while.

“Mr. He, He…Mr. He?” There was a song in the phone, “Could you have already opened it?”

“Well, it opened.”

He Zhiyuan still stared at the underwear, his eyes deep.

Songran covered his face, collapsed and said: “Don’t!”

Lin Hui, take a look at what you did?

It’s okay if you like me. I don’t say anything about sneak shots, but shouldn’t all the sneak shots be hidden? Why did you send it to me? Even if I sent it, I didn’t say hello in advance. Now I flicked my hand and passed it to Mr. He. Where should I put my old face?

Through her fingers, Songran saw her smiling face flying brightly, so ashamed that she just wanted to hang up.

On the other side of the dark and dark living room, He Zhiyuan leaned on the sofa alone, tilted his head up, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing time and time again-his **** was lifted by the photos of Songran, and his voice became even more because of Songran’s voice. turbulent. This is unexpected and should never happen.

Song Ran is a man, a neighbor boy who is not too familiar with him.

This big boy is really cute and kind, with a warm and straightforward personality, which suits him in every way. Through the phone, they were also very happy to get along, but he shouldn’t have bad thoughts because of this.

Because all signs indicate that Songran should be a straight man.

In the next second, I swiped the touchpad with my fingertips, sliding down a large section of the mail page, and a paragraph of text hiding behind dozens of lines of spaces jumped out.

To is handsome, cute, and lovely Songran:

Although the confession was rejected, I still like you. Attached are the photos I took for you today, various styles, various postures, various expressions. As long as Po is in the circle of friends, straight men will also be bent!

I wish my dear ketchup find a big French fries soon!

From Lin Hui

Straight man, bend, ketchup, big fries.

The four keywords jumped into the field of vision together, and He Zhiyuan was almost astonished. He subconsciously pressed his nose, rubbed his eye sockets, and read it back and forth three times, word by word, before he found out the central idea of ​​Lin Hui’s words.

Songran likes men.

His heart jumped suddenly, as if something blocked was cleared by a shovel, and his thoughts became extremely transparent.

Songran didn’t know the existence of the body of the email. Seeing that He Zhiyuan didn’t reply for a long time, he thought he was really angry, and said hurriedly: “Actually, there are a lot of photos of Bobu in it. If Lin Hui is not enough, I still have them in my phone. Many, I… I will send it to you now, right?”

But He Zhiyuan answered the wrong question: “That little girl confessed to you again today?”

Songran was taken aback: “Yes, yes.”

How did you know?

“Have you agreed?”

Songran shook his head: “I didn’t agree.”

He Zhiyuan paused, then asked: “She really seems to like you, why didn’t she think about it?”

Songran did not understand why the topic turned to Lin Hui, rubbed her hands nervously, and explained: “She is very cute, nothing is wrong. I didn’t agree to associate with her, mainly because… er, because …I, I am…”

He hesitated, “I” did not hold back the result for a long time.

He Zhiyuan asked this string of words, originally out of selfish intention to induce Songran to come out, but when he saw Songran struggling, he immediately couldn’t bear it. He could fully imagine how much pressure he had to bear when coming out and how much psychological preparation he had to make in advance. He felt too cruel to push Songran into the dilemma of “either lie or come out” in just a few seconds.

“Songran, sorry, this is your private matter, I shouldn’t cross the border without authorization.” He Zhiyuan said, “You don’t need to answer, let’s change the topic, and then talk about the amusement park.”

Songran said softly, “No, Mr. He, this matter…I should have confessed to you earlier.”

His body stiffened, fingers gripped the pillow tightly, almost piercing the linen cloth, and his eyes closed in fear. After brewing for a long time, he bit his scalp and gritted his teeth and said, “I don’t accept Lin Hui’s confession because I…have no feeling for girls.”

He Zhiyuan’s heart tightened: “Songran, is that what I understand? You like…”

“I like the same sex. Mr. He, I am gay.”

After saying this, Songran fell back into the sofa like a broken rubber band, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand sullenly.

It’s the same again.

He confided something that didn’t need to be said at all.

Only two days after his relationship with Mr. He recovered, he once again lost control and proactively stabbed out the deepest secret. The first dispute was a trivial matter, nothing more than an emotional problem, and Mr. He has tolerated him graciously. But this time, Mr. He might not be broad enough to tolerate him as a homosexual.

Why have to tell the truth?

There are so many reasons for rejecting girls, such as not having enough eyesight, disagreeable personality, and different concepts, all of which are justified, and even eating a sweet or spicy taste can be used as a shield. Isn’t it obvious to find a reason for prevarication?

Songran held the pillow in her arms, her fingertips trembled, her heart was flustered, she didn’t dare to listen to the reply from He Zhiyuan on the phone. After a while, he forced himself to face the facts, put the receiver back to his ear, and barely caught a few words.

It doesn’t hurt people.

He Zhiyuan said in a gentle tone: “Songran, I know that the proportion of homosexuals in the population is about 7%, but around me, this proportion seems to be strangely high. Back in school, my roommates, teaching assistants, and mentors He was gay. Later I started a business. The initial team was five people, three of whom were gay. Now I moved back to China and I met a nice neighbor who happened to be gay. Do you think we are destined?”

These remarks were quiet and peaceful, without a hint of unpleasantness.

Songran could hear that Mr. He was trying to comfort him. He was so touched that he wanted to cry. His throat was wet and he didn’t dare to answer a long sentence. He whispered, “Yes.”

He Zhiyuan smiled: “Why, it sounds like you are crying… afraid that I will dislike you because of this?”

“Well, I’m afraid.”

He Zhiyuan laughed again: “It seems that I need to introduce you to someone called CarlKraus, my friend in Berkeley for nine years. He is the same **** as you, and he participates in San Francisco every summer. Rainbow Parade. He was single in the freshman year and sophomore year, so he took me to act as his “same-sex partner.” Taking this as an opportunity, I participated in dozens of LGBT activities in those two years. Previously, I didn’t know much about this group. Later, I made a lot of friends with diversity. I gradually learned that everyone’s nature and choices are worthy of respect. I will not hold any sexual orientation. bias to.”

“Rainbow parade…I’ve heard of this.” Songran said, “Each of them is very brave, encourages each other, generously admits their sexuality, and is not afraid of others’ eyes.”

He Zhiyuan smiled and said, “Songran, you are also very brave.”

“No, no, I’m not brave at all.” Songran shook his head repeatedly, “Actually, I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking. I felt that I should not tell the truth at all. I should make up some other reason to lie to you. I…I am A particularly cowardly person.”

He Zhiyuan shook his head and said faintly: “It is more important than bravery to protect yourself. This is cautious, not cowardly. The weight of the burden on everyone’s shoulders is different. Some people boldly come out because the environment is forgiving. If you come out and risk being harmed, you don’t have to force yourself to do that, especially for people other than your loved ones. Safety always comes first, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Songran pursed her lips and couldn’t help rubbing her face against her phone, whispering softly, “Mr. He, you are so nice.”

This unknowingly act like a baby directly caused He Zhiyuan to irritate him, his ears were itchy, and his body’s reaction became more intense. He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, the expression on his face was a little helpless at first, but then he simply smiled.

Songran this careless flirt, he really has no resistance at all.

Songran, who had succeeded in anti-election, was also uncomfortable.

He was lying barefoot on the sofa, his skin was slightly cold, and there was a bit of intolerable emptiness. He clasped his pillow but couldn’t be satisfied.

Mr. He’s comforting words are like a warm and trustworthy doll bear, letting him sink in relaxedly, treating it as a reliable harbor and enjoying the feeling of being tolerated and protected.

It would be great if Mr. He was not on the phone.

If Mr. He is in front of him, he must loosen his pillow and ask for a comforting hug. The skin is close to each other, and the heart is full.