[Hello joey. When I received your last letter, I was busy applying for college, so the time between replies this time was a bit long. Sorry for the wait. Yesterday, my parents received a call from your father, saying that you

I had an illness some time ago. I don't know if it's serious or not. I hope you will have recovered by the time you receive this letter.

When everything settles, I will go over to see you. In fact, I am very concerned about your physical problems, so you can try to write a manual for daily dealing with you and send it to me so that I can familiarize myself with it in advance and avoid possible problems.

Mistakes will be made.

I hope my first meeting with you is perfect.]

Because at the end of the letter, Le Zhishi was convinced that the person in the envelope was a perfectionist.

First of all, his handwriting is very beautiful. From the correctness in childhood to the emerging style in adolescence, to the mature writing now, Le Zhishi has carefully imitated every stage, so his Chinese handwriting is similar to that of Song Dynasty.

Yu's is similar, but not exactly the same.

Secondly, Song Yu's paper is always spotless without any wrinkles or extraneous smell. His signatures are almost the same every time, just like the traces printed by a machine. If there is quality control for letters, Song Yu's

The letter must be of good quality.

Finally, he hopes to receive a request for instructions on how to get along, which further highlights his unwillingness to make mistakes.

Thinking of this, Le Zhishi got up from the bed happily, sat in front of the desk, turned on the lamp, and quickly wrote information about himself on other pieces of paper: his allergens, the medicine he took, and the things he hated.

Thunder... But at the end of writing, I suddenly felt timid when I was happy to know.

Song Yu didn't want to make mistakes.

So is my feelings for him a mistake that needs to be avoided by him?

This assumption made Le Zhi feel confused for the first time in his teenage years.

He didn't know how he could fall in love with a brother who only existed behind paper and pen. It sounded a little weird, like the plot of a novel from the last century. But he thought that many people in this era would also fall in love with virtual characters.

, fell in love with a certain image carefully set up on social networks. In comparison, he is not even that pitiful. After all, Song Yu is a real person. As long as he wants, he can break the rules and see him at any time.

What's more, Song Yu is so good. He is willing to listen and give him continuous care during his growth period. No matter how weird thoughts he writes in his letters, Song Yu can understand and give him a steady stream of new inspiration and enlightenment.

He is the most distant person from Le Zhishi in the world, and the most intimate existence with him.

How could he not like Song Yu?

Once he knew his own feelings, Le Zhi began to worry. Although he was relatively confident in himself, he also knew clearly that he was not perfect. There was nothing wrong with homosexuality, but the probability was low. If it fell on him and Song Yu, I am afraid it was almost impossible.

zero.

He had more fantasies about Song Yu than anyone else in the world. At night, he would listen to the wind outside the window and imagine what Song Yu looked like. Every Chinese he had ever seen was probably not as good-looking as Song Yu.

When reading the letter, Le Zhi often imagined Song Yu speaking to him. Chinese is such a beautiful tonal language. The combination of four tones makes speaking as beautiful as singing. Song Yu must also have a voice that can produce these wonderful intonations.

.So Le Zhi worked very hard to learn the tones,

But it was really difficult. Apart from his father, he could hardly find a practitioner who could speak standard Chinese, so he always made mistakes. He even wrote in his letter that if he couldn't distinguish between Qusheng and Yangping, he would

If you read Song Yu as Song Yu, then the image of Song Yu will be a cute little fish.

And Song Yu wrote back, "I believe you can tell the difference. You are a very smart student. But it's not bad to be a little fish."

Seeing such a reply, Le Zhi felt happy and sad at the same time. He had a vague feeling that Song Yu was pampering him, but he was not sure whether the root cause of this pampering was love, care between friends, or even respect for someone he knew.

Encouragement from a younger brother.

The more I think about the situation, the worse it gets.

When he was sick, Le Zhishi's confusion and anxiety would worsen. He wrote many letters in a daze and discarded many of them. But because he didn't want Song Yu to wait, he dragged his sick body along

Pack the letters and send them away on the last day.

Unexpectedly, I sent it to the wrong person.

This disrupted all Le Zhishi's original plans - to keep it mysterious enough before the first meeting, so that he would look forward to the meeting as much as himself, stay healthy and energetic, and test whether he would resist the same sex. If not,

Then work hard and try to pursue...

Therefore, when he deliberately left London early when he knew Song Yu was coming, he made an excuse not to pick him up at the airport because the airport was not a romantic place for encounters. When he arrived, he did not choose to stand at the door to greet him stupidly.

These plans that I had thought about for a long time when I was happy were finally shattered because of a wrong letter.

The sea breeze blew his forehead hair to his cheeks and stuck to the bridge of his nose. In embarrassment, Le Zhi used his fingers to pry it away, suppressing the panic in his eyes, but he still couldn't hold it back and blinked several times quickly in the sea breeze.

Lower eyes.

The tide came up again, this time covering one third of his calves.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a while, Song Yu spoke again: "Am I too direct?"

He suspected that Le Zhi would deny it and then stumble to explain something.

But things always happen unexpectedly.

Le Zhi showed an annoyed, even somewhat discouraged expression, tightened his chin, and pursed his lips. After a few seconds, he looked up at Song Yu and blamed him in a negative tone: "Yes, it's because

you."

"I carefully avoided those mistakes, but it was of no use at all, and you still discovered them."

For some reason, Song Yu felt that their conversation was very familiar at a certain moment, as if he had heard it somewhere before, and it was like an illusion from another world. He even had a premonition that he might cry when he learned about it.

Hope not.

But this time I didn't cry when I was happy.

"You ruined my plan." His complaining tone felt familiar to Song Yu, because when reading his letter, Song Yu had imagined such a voice countless times, and reality was more beautiful than imagination.

Le Zhi raised one foot slightly and kicked it in the water, as if to relieve his frustration. The water splashed on Song Yu's pants. Then he raised his face and used his pair of extremely clear amber

He looked directly at Song Yu with lustful eyes, "I like you, and I want to pursue you."

As if he felt that he was too rash, Le Zhi called his name like an adult, "Song Yu, I am very serious." In order to be more solemn, he even switched to his native language, which was more accurate and unmistakable, "You know

Yes, I am not a perfect guy, so I want to use a perfect plan to make you fall in love with me, at least this way the probability of success will be higher."

He spoke English much faster, more like blurting out, direct and frank, and many of his little expressions were a bit exaggerated, "Although you will definitely feel that I actually like someone just because he writes to me every month."

, What kind of weirdo is this? But you should think this way, I will like the you shown in the letter, rather than being attracted by other appearances, which means that I don't only focus on appearance like other people who like you."

Song Yu seemed to think what he said was a bit funny, and made an expression to hold back laughter.

So Le Zhi felt offended, "Is it funny?"

Song Yu shook his head very casually and said to him in English, "No. I just think you are cute."

Hearing this sentence, Le Zhishi's ears turned red again. His heart beat very fast, just like every time he silently read Song Yu's letter. He chewed the meaning behind it repeatedly and found out a little bit about Song Yu.

There is also vague evidence of his good feelings, but Song Yu's writing is always so fair. Those words that are so subtle that they can hardly be called hints drenched Le Zhishi like hot rain on many nights, from the inside out, inseparable.

A place that is not damp is full of life.

At this moment, because of Song Yu's compliment, the hot rain poured down, making Le Zhishi unable to resist and almost lying down in the rain.

"Am...am I cute?" His language switching system was disordered due to nervousness, and became a mixture of Chinese and English. He even had a very strange accent when speaking Chinese. This was something he would never tolerate himself doing in front of Song Yu.

Stupid thing.

The smile on Song Yu's lips became more obvious. He followed Le Zhi in a gentlemanly manner and switched to Chinese, "Yes, you are very cute. And you are very noble. You don't like my appearance and you are not superficial."

"I also like your appearance." Le Zhishi couldn't help but correct him and gave a reminder, "I praised you when I first met you. But liking your appearance is not superficial or noble. You can't blame your admiration.

heart."

"Classmate Le Zhishi, your translation accent is too obvious." Song Yu behaved like a stern Chinese tutor, "I told you long ago not to learn Chinese through poetry collections and novels translated into English."

But Le Zhishi was very determined and did not change the subject due to his interruption, "As long as you understand. Song Yu, do you understand? I like you very much."

The afternoon sun illuminated the fine hairs on his face, making them translucent and soft. Just after he finished speaking, he raised his two hands again, with his palms facing Song Yu, "Don't refuse in a hurry, even if you treat me now

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have that kind of interest, I can pursue you.”

Suddenly, Song Yu put his broad and dry palm against his. His eyes also fell on Le Zhishi's eyes, and his extremely handsome face looked calm.

"How to pursue me?" he asked first, and then continued, "I heard that the British are very concerned about others stepping into their personal space, so the way you pursue me is to let me sleep in your bed? Or let me see you naked?

The upper body looks like taking a shower, or take me to see the LGBT community’s Rainbow Parade, what kind of inspiration can you get?”

"Le Zhi Shi." His magnetic voice called out his name completely, asserting in a very conclusive tone, as if announcing some kind of verdict, "This is not called pursuit, this is called temptation."

Le Zhishi was stunned. He mistakenly thought for a moment that he was about to get sick, otherwise he would not have difficulty breathing, sweating and palpitations.

He subconsciously said no and wanted to deny it. But before he took his hand away, Song Yu bent his fingers and inserted them between Le Zhi's fingers, like gears.

"Don't you admit it yet? The fish has already bitten the hook."

"What?" Le Zhishi frowned in confusion, and then said it was impossible in English. As if he was afraid of misunderstanding, he asked him, "Don't use metaphors."

Song Yu shook down the hand that was intertwined with his, and responded completely to everything Le Zhishi said before, "You don't need to chase me, because I don't intend to reject you, and I have that kind of interest in you.

"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I like you, do you understand?"

When I was happy, I felt like I was drowning in this shining sea.

After belatedly, he felt Song Yu's thumb pad stroking and rubbing the skin on the back of his hand, and suddenly he pulled out his hand reflexively. A certain sensitive nerve in his body was stirred by Song Yu, and his face flushed.

Flushed, hands and feet weak.

"Then now...we..." He was a little confused, as if the person who just expressed his love frankly was not him.

"If someone comes to strike up a conversation again." Song Yu raised the corner of his lips, "You can tell her that we are a couple."
To be continued...