Logical Aesthetics Chapter 22

Chapter 22 [One More]

<< "I heard your heart beating, Teacher Zhong ..." >>

    The same day as Zhou Rui collapsed, there was also Dean Jiang who received bombings by teachers and traveled abroad.

    In the middle of the night, Dean Jiang, the "elderly", was going to go to bed and sleep. He saw everyone's WeChat news. He blamed him for knowing that the insider also urged them to give Mr. Zhang a blind date. Misty water.

    Until he saw the news of Zhou Rui ...

    -"Do you know if those two people have a thing, or it's the rhythm of acting fake"

    Dean Jiang suddenly lost his sleep: "!!!"

    -"What the hell, how can they have a thing?!"

    -"Today they wanted to introduce the target to Teacher Zhang, but the two of them were directly disclosed, and now I am dizzy"

    -"No, I didn't receive the notification !!!"

    -"Dean, are you okay, why do you have to notify you specifically !!!"

    -"That's a notice! Teacher Zhou, are you sure they are really having problems, and  you are responsible for what you say?"

    Zhou Rui almost spit out old blood.

    -"Why am I teasing you in this matter, I can see it with my own eyes!"

    -"They all take the elevator together on the top floor of heaven on earth, can they still chat?"

    Dean Jiang was stupid. He started to dial Zhong Yi's phone without saying a word. He said that this man was unbelievable...

   When Zhong Yi came out of the bathroom, he saw the mobile phone shaking on the sink.

    He glanced at the caller ID and Zhong Yi laughed. How did he find out? I don’t know if this person installed a camera on them. Why is he so well informed?

    He picked up the phone, Zhong Yi said, "Hello," before listening to Dean Jiang , he said with a sigh of relief on the phone: "You finally answered the phone, tell me, Mr. Zhong !!!"

    Zhong Yi laughed out loud, he put the phone on hands-free and started to put on his nightgown: "Isn't this a temporary intention, I was about to inform you, and you just figured it out yourself."

    Dean Jiang, who begged Zhong Yi, was desperate: "... Are you really here?"

    "The children are all twenty-eight, and they are not too young, so we are worried about our Dean Jiang." Zhong Yi tied his belt and went out with his mobile phone. He said, "I am very innocent. I have nothing to do with this, he seduced me first. "

    Dean Jiang : "?"

    "... Mr. Zhong, look at what you are saying, he is the cabbage in my yard, how can I not know it, can the wooden head still seduce you?" Dean Jiang was anxious on the phone. He was pulling hair and was almost out of control. "You can't push the blame on him."

    Zhong Yi came to the room and wanted to say whether you believed him or not and saw that Zhang Xingzhi after they had discussed had fallen asleep on the bed sideways.

    If Zhong Yi swallowed back to his mouth, turned off the hands-free and said, "Well, isn’t Dean Jiang still asleep, put your heart back into your chest, I'm going to sleep."

    After speaking Zhong Yi, hung up the phone, leaving no room for Dean Jiang .

    Dean Jiang: "?"

    They were going to sleep, how can you let him put his heart back into his chest? !! !!

    Then that night, no matter how many times he called, the call never went through Zhong Yi ...

    The night of late spring and early summer was still a bit cold. After finishing the call, Zhong Yi first closed the floor windows on the left and right sides, stepping barefoot on the fluffy carpet, and there was no sound. The man on the bed slept peacefully, without even taking off his clothes. His face fell into the futon, and Ren Yueguang lit up his deep facial contours.

    Standing by the bed, Zhong Yi fixedly looked at him for a long while, but he was helpless and funny. Obviously, this person wanted it and as a result, he fell asleep first before coming, and did not know whether he would regret it after waking up.

    This is the first time someone has fallen asleep in his bed before him, or on the premise that nothing has been done.

    Zhong also watched Zhang Xingzhi's congested earlobe getting worse, and his cheeks were all hot, and only one pair of underpants left to sleep was unconscious, really ... I don't know what this nerd thinks about himself. His drinking tolerance is so low and still insisted to help me drink.

    In the first few years when he was making a film, it was common to drink until four or five in the morning. After getting off the wine table, he was taken to the hospital by Liang Sili directly.

    Where did you get such high alcohol tolerance?

    Zhang Xingzhi didn't sleep until the next morning and was awakened by a dry throat in just a few hours.

    When he opened his eyes, there was no one beside him. The flat bed only had the traces of him lying on it. Except for the quilt covering his body and the clothes taken off the chair, the whole room couldn't find the traces of a second person’s existence.

    The time in the upper right corner of the phone jumped to exactly one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Xingzhi thought that Zhong Yi had thrown him here and left, he put on his pants and pushed the door of the room to smelled the aroma of coffee in the living room. Seeing that, the man was standing in the living room bar ... making coffee?

    Zhong Yi was wearing a nightgown and looked at the devices in front of him. His eyes were very focused. He held a delicate long mouth and punched the pot. He evenly circled along the filter paper filled with coffee powder in the funnel and did not notice it. He walked from the door to the person behind him.

    Zhang Xingzhi did not say anything, so he stood quietly with Zhong Yi in the moonlight through the top skylight, reflected in the four squares of the floor, looking at his slender white neck, seeing his dark hair that had fallen off in the past , Also looking at his forearm sticking out from his nightgown, and his hands shaking from time to time while holding the kettle.

    In fact, "even" is the basis for hand brewed coffee.

    When pouring water into the coffee powder, the thickness of the water flow should be uniform; when it is steamed, the water powder should be evenly contacted; when the water is poured in a circle, the speed should be even, and the water needs to be gently fed into it should be even.

    This time, Zhong Yi wasn't angry about his hand shaking either. He just calmly prepared to pour the coffee out of the filter paper into the wastewater tank on the side and started making a new cup.

    But as soon as he picked up the coffee, he was stopped by the low-pitched male voice that emerged from the cold behind him.

    It was here that Zhang Xingzhi found out that the wastewater bucket was actually filled with a lot of coffee aromas in the large living room.

    Zhong Yi said that he moved his hand and said lightly: "I'm afraid I can't fall sleep."


    "Then I will drink it." Zhang Xingzhi said that he would take the coffee cup from his hand, and it was rejected by Zhong Yi. "Don't drink, my hands are unstable and it’s not good."

    After Zhong Yi finished speaking, he continued to pour the coffee in the wastewater bucket, started a new round of coffee bean grinding, and wanted to shift the topic while moving. As a result, he accidentally turned back to look like the man behind him: "Why are you awake so soon……"

    Under the bright moonlight, the eyes are the tight and beautiful muscle lines of the man's upper body, not cutting corners, but not too abrupt.

    Leaving aside the first time, Zhong Yi had just seen it when he undressed this man a few hours ago, but the first time at such a close distance, one can't help but want to exaggerate two sentences, especially his hiding in jeans The mermaid line ...

    If man is a visual animal, then you are the paramecium of aesthetics, and when Zhong Yi turned his head, he laughed at himself in his heart.

    Zhang Xingzhi only watched him quietly repeating those procedures, and then raised his hand to flush the pot again.

    When Zhong Yi realized that his hand was shaking again, a big palm suddenly broke into his sight, and he took his hand before he reacted. He actually took him to complete the subsequent circle smoothly, warm and gentle. And asked him why his hands were so cold.

    Zhong Yi  did not answer.

    At the end, Zhang Xingzhi asked him, "Is this the way to do it?"

    Zhong Yi's gaze was still on this man's big hand that was not loose in his hand. When he said "yes", he immediately followed the question and asked, "Can I hug you ..."

    But in fact, Zhang Xingzhi was just giving a notice. He had no meaning to wait for the answer. After that, he stuck his thick chest to the thin back of the person in front of him. The arms are bent around the waist with a light effort. In his arms, it was as if he was afraid, he would run away, and the hand held in his right hand never loosened.

    Feeling Zhang Xingzhi bowing his nose and sniffed between his neck, his nose was damp and hot, and his empty back suddenly fell, his body involuntarily absorbed the body temperature of another person, Zhong Yi couldn't explain why, a heart suddenly became soft. It has been a long time since anyone dared to hug him in such a thorough way ...

    "Yang Youan said you would exercise in the office. Are you really doing a good job, you’re too thin ..." Then, Zhang Xingzhi kissed the kiss mark with satisfaction from him and asked, "Why didn't I do it a few days ago, and today came out suddenly again? "

    Although much lighter than the first day, it was still very conspicuous.

    Zhong Yi's mouth moved several times before he recovered his voice. He slightly lowered his eyelids and said dumbly: "You can't really wear a scarf. Teacher Zhang doesn't know that there is something called concealer ..."

    As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xingzhi said: "I want to stay with you a little longer, is it okay?"

    After hearing this, Zhong Yi thought in fact that you would do it no matter what I said. As a result, Zhang Xingzhi was rather obedient this time, and he was in a position where he could not get the answer, and asked again: "Can you? "

    After a long silence, Zhong Yi suddenly laughed. He twisted his arm around his waist, turned his back against his chest, and looked up at the eyes of the people before him. "Who said we were Teacher's head, isn't this quite high? "

    This time Zhang Xingzhi saw it, even if the traces on his neck were light, the traces on his body were still there, all hidden in the snow-white cardigan before him.

    But he still had those twowords: "Can you?"

    Zhong Yi really couldn't stand him. He looked at himself with such a stubborn look, throwing a "No" and wanted to push the person away, but Zhang Xingzhi held him in his hands before he even took two steps. The hand on the right hand caught him again.

    For a moment, Zhong Yi, who didn't give up running, thought he was going to be picked up from the ground by Zhang Xingzhi until he felt a slight pain in his neck, and the hot lips and tongue behind him came up, and Zhong was completely quiet and his heart beat like a beat.

    If Zhang Xingzhi imprisoned him with great strength and Zhong had nothing to say, this man is very cunning, using only three points of force, and he can’t completely resist the desire to break free ...

    As the intensity of his lips deepened, Zhang Xingzhi slowly vacated a hand wrapped around Zhong Yi's waist. When he touched his bathrobe unbiased, he just stayed in the position of Zhong Yi's heart.

    Still staring blankly at the endless starry sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhong Yi only listened to the man's kiss, and whispered in his ear: "I can hear your heart beating, Teacher Zhong ..."

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    Note: Paramecium: unicellular protozoa

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