The tall, handsome congressman came out

Chapter 9

Cheng Shen's bicycle couldn't carry people, so Yan Ziyan had no choice but to drive a shared bicycle and ride in front to lead the way.

Cheng Shen looked at his back, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

If only I could ride a car, hugging my waist with the wind blowing, I couldn't be happier!He wailed in his heart, woo woo woo, Cheng Shen, you stupid tortoise, why did you buy a mountain bike in the first place!

He held the handlebar with one hand and touched his lips with the other, feeling a little confused again.

Did he want to pay me for my first kiss before he kissed me?

Is he really straight?Ling Yue said yes, all the interviews in the magazine were written, and he liked mature professional women.I'm neither mature nor feminine...

Is this the logic of straight men?It doesn't seem to make sense.

What's wrong... Xu Zhifan kissed me, and I kissed him, so wouldn't he want to kiss Xu Zhifan? ! ! !Can't!

Eh wait?He said it was his first kiss? !

Cheng Shen's eyes lit up with a "ding".

Earned a lot of money!God's first kiss!The first kiss of the man who most wants to be hugged!

Aww!Cheng Shen's surroundings seemed to have special animation effects, big pink flowers bloomed, and blingbling little stars were added.

So happy, so happy!If you get close, you earn it!worth it!Consummated!

Cheng Shen's smile gradually became obscene, and he happily pedaled his bicycle, accelerated and came to the side of Yan Zian.

"Do you... have a date?" Cheng Shen mustered up the courage to ask, his voice was blown away by the wind.

Yan Ziyan said, "No."

Little stars lit up in Cheng Shen's eyes.No!No!Then do I have hope!

He asked seriously, "Then... do you want to... find someone?"

"I don't want to," Yan Zian pedaled the bike expressionlessly, "Maybe after becoming president."

"Kerala—" Cheng Shen heard his heartbroken voice.Oh, don't want to be in a relationship.The youngest president in the history of Namibia is 45 years old.OKAccording to this standard, there are still 16 years left. If a cute little Ling doesn't open after turning [-], will he be expelled from gay status?

Cheng Shen was depressed again.He rode hard all the way without making a sound.

After riding for a while, Yan Zian stopped in front of an apartment.

Standing in the elevator, Cheng Shen asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"my home."

"Ding!" The elevator door opened.

Cheng Shen was completely in a mess, the ambiguity of a straight man is really poisonous!

While thinking about strange things in his mind, he watched Yan Zian open the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Yan Ziyan took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

Cheng Shen secretly glanced at his open neckline, only feeling that his face was very hot.

"What would you like to drink?" Yan Ziyan opened the refrigerator and asked casually, "Juice? Coke? And wine, do you want to drink?"

"Is milk okay?" Cheng Shen was a little nervous and his voice was small.

"Of course." Yan Ziyan took out a box of milk, inserted the straw, and handed it to Cheng Shen.

Cheng Shen thanked him.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, Cheng Shen sat on the sofa and quietly looked at Yan Zian's house.

This is a modern apartment, small in size, clean and tidy everywhere.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the dots of lights in Huaren City. Not far away, the Jinsha River is like a streamer, slowly passing through the city.

The sofa sank, and Yan Zian took a can of beer and sat next to Cheng Shen.

Cheng Xiaogui was very nervous, his hands were tightly gripping the fabric of his trousers, his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat, and he wished he could plunge into his turtle shell.

Say something?What should I say?

What happens when a man and a widow live together in a room?Fragments of countless pornographic films flashed through Cheng Shen's mind.

Cheng Shen's face started to turn red again, he took a deep breath, and swallowed with difficulty.

Straight men can also have feelings for boys, right? It seems that seeing handsome teenagers will also give rise to sexual impulses?This is the case in the ancient Greek army. It seems that Alexander the Great also had a lingering love story with a Persian boy?

But he can't accept sex without love...

Yan Ziyan was the first to break the silence, and rescued Cheng Shen from the limitless mind.He asked politely: "Is your work not going well recently?"

"Huh?" Cheng Shen turned his head to look at him in a daze, and the end of his voice still rose lightly.

"I don't know if the path I chose is right?"

"Hmm." Cheng Shen finally regained consciousness.He repeated what he saw and felt during his trip to Africa. He has been talking about this matter back and forth for the past few days, and he feels that he is almost becoming a repeater.However, this matter really troubled him, and he couldn't vomit.

Yan Ziyan nodded from time to time to show that he was listening.

When Cheng Shen talked about it later, he was a little sad: "I'm about to graduate with a Ph.D., and I have struggled before whether to continue to follow the academic route or join various international organizations, but what if, all of this is based on a very empty foundation. Above, it makes no sense at all, I would rather do something completely irrelevant."

Yan Ziyan turned his head to look at him with gentle eyes.

The room was very quiet, and he didn't answer for a long time.Suddenly, he took Cheng Shen's hand, walked into the study, and turned on the light.

There is an entire wall of comics in the study room, including beautiful manga, Japanese manga and domestic manga, everything you need.Cheng Shen really couldn't connect Yan Zi'an with reading comics, he asked suspiciously: "What is this?"

"My secret weapon." Yan Zian led Cheng Shen to the bookshelf and said with a smile.

He asked Cheng Shen to sit on the chair in front of the desk, and sat down leaning against the edge of the table, looking down at Cheng Shen.The light in the study room was warm yellow, and when it shone on him, there was a kind of tenderness.

"Secret weapon?" Cheng Shen looked into his eyes in confusion.

"Well," said Yan Zi'an, "Despotism is not happy."

"Are you unhappy too?"

"often."

Cheng Shen didn't know how to answer the conversation for a moment.Perhaps in his opinion, people who have almost no regrets will also have their own lonely moments?

The room fell into an unembarrassing silence again.

"Actually... I actually admire you very much," Yan Ziyan looked into Cheng Shen's clean eyes, and said slowly, "We talked a lot that day on the tree, didn't we? I still remember the feeling at that time .”

The light sprinkled on Yan Ziyan's hair, showing an almost transparent golden color.Cheng Shen likes Yan Ziyan like this very much, with an indescribable mature charm.

Yan Zian continued: "Of course, I have many completely different views from yours. But the biggest difference between us is that you are doing what you believe in, while I am only doing what most people believe in."

Cheng Shen sat on the swivel chair and swayed left and right, and said doubtfully, "I don't quite understand."

"Look, you want to make life better for everyone, so you go to places where the conditions are tough, and you give your heart and soul to help them. But if I go to the election later, I say I want to help those poor countries , only because the votes are there.” Yan Zian shrugged indifferently, “If the polls show that most voters don’t want to waste money supporting other countries, then I will quickly change my position.”

"Take advantage of the wind?" Cheng Shen frowned slightly.

Yan Ziyan laughed, and said rather helplessly: "Aren't politicians just scumbags?"

He put his fingers on the center of Cheng Shen's brows, trying to unfurl the little folds: "So I won't get entangled in those things you are entangled with, because I don't care. I don't know if this is right or not. Not really. I don’t believe in absolute good or bad, right or wrong.”

Cheng Shen was silent, he needed time to think.

"Wait...you don't believe in good and bad, right and wrong?" Cheng Shen tried to retort, "But aren't lawyers always black and white?"

Yan Ziyan was taken aback, then laughed again, his eyes curled up: "Want to hear a story? I can tell you a hundred examples of murderers being acquitted. Besides, I am a patent practitioner. It's just a position."

Yan Ziyan moved his hand to the top of Cheng Shen's head, rubbed his soft hair, and said, "I envy you, you really have something you believe in."

"But what if what I believe is wrong..."

"What does it matter?" Yan Ziyan took out a comic from the bookshelf, pointed at the cover and shook it in front of Cheng Shen's eyes, the corners of his eyes curved downward in a cute arc, "The superheroes who save the world must be divided into two camps , we are mere mortals, what does it matter if we choose the right one or the wrong one?"

Yan Zian casually flipped through the comic book: "Do you know why I love reading comics so much?"

Cheng Shen shook his head.

"In comics, there is a kind of absolute, ideal, and righteous brilliance, and the positive energy of blood is simply spiritual opium." Yan Ziyan raised his eyes and looked into Cheng Shen's eyes, where there was a clear reflection of himself.

"I always thought that there would be no such purity in life until I met you."

The night rolls with moonlight, lighting up the bright stars.On such an autumn night, Cheng Shen heard the sound of flowers blooming.

These words sounded like an emotional confession, but Cheng Shen knew it was not the case.

This kind of feeling has nothing to do with heartbeat, nothing to do with love, it is entirely a kind of appreciation.It's as if he appreciates Yan Zi'an's eloquent and long-sleeved dancing ability, and maybe Yan Zi'an also agrees with his stupidly rushing forward.

"I want to make the world a better place," Cheng Shen said.

"Sure enough," Yan Ziyan closed the comic book with a look of understanding, "Even this untimely innocence is quite cute."

To be cute, you have to be loved... Cheng Shen complained silently.

"For the sake of being so cute, let me tell you a secret."

Cheng Shen looked up at him, and saw him smiling slyly.Under his puzzled eyes, Yan Zian opened the desk drawer and took out a folder.

"What is this?" Cheng Shen opened the folder, and there were a few photos and a stack of documents marked with key points.

"That golf course may really not be built," Yan Zi'an said, "There are people with dirty hands in the city hall."