I Was Once a Legend

Their third meeting didn't happen too far apart. When Dong Zheng in a suit and leather suit walked into the technical research and development department accompanied by the director, Cui Zuojing almost choked on his mouth, his eyes widened in disbelief. Looking at the man who had just chatted with him at a table not long ago, he suspected that he was overworked and had trouble with his eyes.

"Who is this?" the colleague next to him whispered.

"It seems to be the Shaodong family, Dong Dong's eldest son." An older colleague replied.

Cui Zuojing drunk silently, holding the mouse again, and casually clicked twice on the engineering drawings on the screen.

Suddenly meeting Dong Zheng at work, he is indeed a bit unnatural. The other party is not just an ordinary person as he guessed. As far as he knows, the company boss Dong Yi has only seven listed companies in his hand. Holding in the enterprise is a well-deserved rich man.

He really didn't expect Dong Zheng to actually have a relationship with him. No wonder Dong Zheng knew so much when he said that he worked here.

Thinking this way, he suddenly felt that the light was blocked, and looked up blankly. Dong Zhengzheng propped one arm on the fence of his work station and bowed his head and smiled, "It's a coincidence, we met again."

"It's a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence by accident." Dong Zheng's work card hanging around his neck swayed in midair, and Cui Zuojing saw that it read "Financial Advisor."

Dong Zheng was irresponsible. He glanced at Cui Zuojing's computer screen and said, "Go for a drink at night?"

"Tonight?" Cui Zuojing actually did not want to agree. As a social animal, after finishing eight hours of work a day, the only thing he wanted to do was take a shower at home, lie in bed to watch videos or play The game, but in the face of Dong Zheng, he seems to have completely lost the ability to refuse, "Yes, I'm fine anyway."

"That's all right." Dong Zheng copied his hand back to his pocket, "I'll talk later."

Cui Zuojing nodded like garlic, Dong Zheng smiled and turned to speak with the supervisor.

Cui Zuojing twisted his face back, listening to Dong Zheng's voice drifting away, continued to stare at the engineering drawings, and deleted the parts he had just added.

...... It turned out that I really had a job.

All in all, Dong Zheng can find a suitable opportunity every time to get out of Cui Zuojing, and Cui Zuojing does not refuse, so back and forth, the two quickly become friends with good relations, or are more intimate than friends .

In this way, it has been half a year. In the process of getting along, whether it is Cui Zuojing or Dong Zheng, they find that they know each other better than they thought.

They know the food they love, the colors they love, and the size of their clothes. They also have surprising tacit understanding of many things.

So Dong Zheng's special feeling when he saw Cui Zuojing for the first time evolved into a longing that no longer haunts him, yes, he wanted to have some intimacy with Cui Zuojing above his friends Want to know each other more deeply, want to taste whether the lips are as soft as they seem, and want to see how those eyes only reflect themselves.

At the beginning, he was patient, Dong Zheng always felt that he was a deep-minded person, but later, every time he walked with Cui Zuojing, he heard the voice of the youth ringing in his ears, his smiling eyebrows. It was always so happy that Dong Zheng discovered that every minute and every second had become a sweet pain for him.

On the 198th day they met, the two came out of the bar and found that it was raining outside. They had to hide under the eaves and wait.It was already winter, and Cui Zuojing put his hands in his coat pockets, looking at the flashing neon sign on the opposite side. The sound of the music in the bar behind him faintly mixed with the sound of the rain, as if they were standing. At the intersection of two different worlds, the cold and humid reality is ahead, and the indulgence of carnival is behind.

"Are you going back to the company?" Cui Zuojing asked.

Dong Zheng: "Well, there are still some unfinished projects, I have to go back to work overtime."

Cui Zuojing sighed: "This is too hard, why do you work so hard as a boss."

"If I don't work as a boss, I can't set an example for my employees." Dong Zheng laughed, "When I get to the level of my father, I don't have to work hard."

"Don't stay too late, the body is the most important."

"understood."

When the air fell into silence for a while, Dong Zheng turned his head to look at him. Cui Zuojing's face was painted with psychedelic colors in the neon light, and he looked up slightly at the sky sandwiched in the middle of the street. The rain was falling vertically and continuously. Ripples rippled in the puddles.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, the heart in the chest throbbed unprecedentedly violently, so that Dong Zheng felt difficulty in breathing.

[The teenager is soaked, his lips are slightly white because of the cold, but his cheeks show the crimson after intense exercise.A drop of water slipped from his eyelashes and hit Dong Zheng's chest, turning into a pale blue glaze, rolling on the ground.

"Azu?"

Cui Zuojing lightly said, "Huh?" He looked at him.

"One thing has been wanting to talk to you for a long time." This is a game. If it is rejected, the two may not even be able to do friends.

The chips are too expensive for Dong Zheng to accept, but if he does not gamble, he can only continue to endure the nervousness of this moment.

"Have you ever thought about...let's make some changes in our relationship?"

Facing Cui Zuojing's doubtful eyes, Dong Zheng paused. Those words poured into his mouth, and it seemed not as difficult as he thought. He stared at the youth's eyes and whispered: "I like you."

["Kiss you. This is the reward I want."

"Are you joking?"

"I'm not kidding, I like you, the real kind of like. From now on, can I call you A Zuo?"]

Cui Zuojing's slightly widened eyes betrayed his true mood. After a flash of surprise, his face calmed down quickly, and at the next moment, the smile spread to the corner of his eyebrows.

"I have long noticed that you are hiding really badly." He whispered, "But fortunately, I like you too."

[When did you like it?

Is that time?On the snowy cliff, the man knelt in front of him, and the tumbling tears melted the ice and snow mixed with Allen's blood, and said in a mute voice that he had lost Allen.The tears fell on his fingertips, almost burning him.

Or is it that the trapped water injection room is about to drown and suffer the mental torture of the coolness that didn't fall into the heart?

Or at an earlier time?

This is the answer that Dong Zheng thought about countless times, but dared not really look forward to it. Cui Zuojing’s answer gave him an unrealistic sense of unreality. It has been four years since his last relationship. The hat buttoned down left Dong Zheng with more lingering shadows. Different orientations and long hours of busy work made him only long for the kind of "other's love" on the screen, but he never expected that he had One day can be favored by Cupid.

Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows, his eyes were still as radiant as he first saw them: "Don't you do something?"

Dong Zheng smiled. He took Cui Zuojing's face, bowed his head and kissed it. Finally, he touched Xiao Xiao's long-lost lips for the first time. It was really soft as expected.

[The feeling of entanglement between lips and tongue has never felt before. Dong Zheng knew that it was Cui Zuojing's lost feelings. This is no longer a teenager's official response to satisfy his official business, but the intimacy of the two.

He grabbed Cui Zuojing's back and slid his hand to his waist, but this movement had nothing to do with lust. He just wanted to hold him tightly in his arms and never let go.

That kind of unreality felt again, but this time it was so strong that Cui Zuojing couldn't ignore it. Suddenly there seemed to be another scene in front of him, but when he wanted to see it carefully, it disappeared again. Without a trace.

Cui Zuojing can only raise his hand and hug Dong Zheng hard, just like in this illusory world, only the temperature of the man's back and arms is what he can really have.

The rain is still falling, waiting to drown the world.