Huang Dan is back.

The rain in winter continues. The rain floods across the windowsill and flows along the cold walls. When they kiss the ground, they make dripping sounds. The desk lamp is on, and the light is still warm.

Huang single man sat at the table, holding a 2B pencil in his hand, and the pencil dust stained with his right hand close to his little finger was still there. He sat in the chair without moving, but ten years had passed in seconds.

This kind of experience cannot be shared with others. It will inevitably receive strange gazes and be regarded as a schizophrenic. It is recommended to see a doctor with a pitiful and sympathetic attitude. The earlier you see, the earlier you will be. You will also comfort me. Don’t worry, insist on cooperating with the treatment and you will get better.

Huang Dan's eyes moved, his eyes were a little dry and uncomfortable.

The sketchbook on the table is spread out, with busts drawn on the paper, and the outline is refined by two-thirds, with clear edges and corners.

Huang Dan threw the pencil at will, and regardless of the pencil dust on his hand, he wiped his face, leaned back toward the back of the chair, closed his eyelids, and his whole body exuded an unspeakable loneliness.

Everything starts with an inexplicable time travel.

At first, Huang Dan just thought it was a small episode, a dream, insignificant, and it was enough to get back from completing the task. He didn't have to spend time caring about it. He controlled his life and was a person who liked to plan the road ahead. Just like the design drawings in his pen, it was rigorous and harsh, and he would never allow any deviation from any line.

Even if he left a little trace accidentally, Huang Dan would soon find out and wipe it off without hesitation.

So Huang Dan believes that after he comes back, his life will be carried out step by step and there will be no change at all, but he miscalculated that he felt this way for the first time in his life.

Human emotions are accumulated over and over again.

When Huang Dan reacted, the accumulated height had already suppressed him, and he would be pressed forever, unable to push away or move, so he could only hug him.

Huang Dan kicked off his slippers, put his legs up, and held them in his arms. He hung his head, but he was not energetic, but he didn't want to sleep.

Can you see it again? Will you not travel through time again?

Huang Dan didn't know that the beginning and end of this time travel story were not under his control. For him, every reunion was an unexpected surprise.

As for every death separation, Huang Dan's mood cannot be described. He doesn't know if he will see him next time.

After a long time, Huang Dan picked up the pencil again. He looked at the drawing in the sketchbook. The man frowned slightly, his eyebrows were sharp, and he looked like he wanted to teach him a lesson. His eyes were drawn with double eyelids, which was a small mistake he made before traveling through time.

Huang Dan remembered that he saw Zhou Jiaojiao's hand while looking for an eraser.

After sorting out his thoughts, Huang Dan took the eraser next to him and erased the two extra lines on the man's eyelids. He adjusted his sitting posture and continued to draw carefully and concentrate.

When the bust was completed, it was almost midnight.

Huang Dan closed the sketchbook and put it in the drawer. Without his instructions, the housekeeper would not touch his things. This has been like this since childhood.

After leaving the study and returning to the bedroom, Huang Dan did not lie on the bed immediately. He went to the bathroom to get soap and wash his hands. The water flowing into the pool was mixed with pencil ash, and the splashing was everywhere.

Huang Dan looked up at the wide mirror in front of him. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the person in the mirror was smiling.

You can laugh without simulating the reference object. Although it cannot be revealed naturally, compared with the past, it is no longer so blunt, and it is so false that people can see it at a glance.

Huang Dan raised his wet hand and stroked the black hair on his forehead back. He looked at his face, which was not very good at age. He would inevitably be given a comment at a class reunion tomorrow.

After standing in front of the mirror for a while, Huang Dan cleaned the pool and went out. He was about to go to the bottle of wine in the wine cabinet in the living room. As soon as he walked into the living room, he alarmed the butler with extremely sharp senses.

The lights in the living room suddenly lit up, and Huang Dan narrowed his eyes.

Song Min was wearing a black long suit and trousers, and the whiteness on his temples became more and more obvious. He asked in surprise, "Young Master, you haven't slept yet?"

Huang Dan said, "I have insomnia."

He didn't feel the depression in his voice, and he was still a little helpless and wronged, like a child who had encountered something that troubled him, and could solve it any problem and was crying to his parents.

Song Min's surprise was even stronger. He walked closer and turned the young man up and tidied up his cuffs, "Didn't you drink milk?"

Huang Dan said, "I still can't sleep after drinking."

Song Min frowned. The face with deep facial features looked very strict because of this movement, but his tone when he spoke was very calm, and even sounded like a doting smell, "Is that young master hungry or thirsty?"

Huang Dan said he was thirsty, "Go to the wine cabinet to get me the bottle of Lafite."

He remembered what time it was now and had no time to sober up, "Forget it, let's give me a glass of boiling water."

Song Min said nothing, but rolled up his sleeves and the exposed arm muscles were tight. He took a lemon from the refrigerator to the kitchen. After the temperature of the water in the cup was right, he cut the lemon and put two slices in it.

Huang Dan stood on the balcony, and half of the glass facing him, a wetness hit him. In his vision, the rain curtain was entangled with the dark night, and it was impossible to tear apart in a short period of time.

The shoulder sanks and a coat comes up. Huang Dan sneezes and turns back to the living room.

Song Min closed the glass window tightly. He looked at the black-haired young man who was nestled in the sofa. The lines between his eyebrows showed no signs of disappearing, but became deeper.

Huang Dan took a sip of lemonade, his body was pressed against his coat, and his nightgown was a little messy, so he didn't care. He took the remote control to change the station in bored, and always felt that time was passing very slowly tonight.

Song Min took a pair of gray cotton socks from the bedroom, bent down slightly, held one of the young man's feet with his hand, rubbed his cold toes with his palms, put on socks for him, carefully pulled the sock up, and then grabbed the other one.

During the whole process, Song Min didn't say anything, as if he was doing what he should do, and didn't feel that there was any problem.

Huang Dan didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the TV screen, and he adjusted it from beginning to end, but he couldn't find the channel he was interested in. Most of them were replayed by TV series, "Is there no news after midnight?"

Song Min said, "Maybe it is."

Huang Dan knew that the housekeeper had already slept and was not clear about the TV program at this time. He put down the remote control and drank water silently.

Song Min walked behind the young man and rubbed his temples on both sides of his hands.

After all, it was the child he raised himself. After spending decades of time together, Song Min knew the habits of young people as he was. The force on his hands was neither light nor heavy, and he pressed and rubbed his fingertips one by one.

Huang Dan's breathing sounded more comfortable. He put down the water cup and his eyelids gradually fell down.

In a daze, Huang Dan's ears sounded, calling him a young master, but his consciousness could not rise and he could not respond.

At six:30 in the morning, Song Min came to knock on the door.

Huang Dan didn't know when he slept last night, and when was he helped to the bed in the bedroom by the housekeeper. He woke up when he heard the knock on the door and had a split headache, indicating that he had a serious lack of sleep time.

This is a feeling that has never been felt in the real world.

After lying on the bed for less than five minutes, Huang Dan changed his nightgown and went to wash in the bathroom.

The phonograph in the living room plays old songs, babbling, the sound quality is full and beautiful, and each sound contains the unique charm of that era.

Huang Dan spit out the toothpaste foam and turned on the faucet to rush. He listened to the old songs and heard a different feeling from the past. It seemed that life was placed in a huge vessel, and impurities would settle down, and the rest were pure things.

When Huang Dan left, the phonographer's record was changed and turned into a foreign lyric song.

Song Min went to buy vegetables in the early morning and came back to make breakfast. He was good at both Chinese and Western. After he did what he had, he would read a newspaper of the day and wait for about ten minutes to call people.

This is true every day.

Huang Dan has never liked to eat egg white since he was a child. He had two egg yolks on his plate, and in front of him was a bowl of millet porridge, a few plates of delicious side dishes, and a stack of steaming crab roe breads.

Song Min found that the young man was not very energetic and looked absent-minded, "Young Master, are you worried?"

Huang Dan did not cover up and admitted it bluntly, "There is."

Song Min acted in an listening posture.

Huang Dan pushed the small half bowl of porridge forward, put down his chopsticks and asked, "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Song Min suspected that he heard it wrong, "Hmm?"

Huang Dan wiped his mouth with a veil. As soon as he started, he pinched and changed it. "After so many years, in my memory, I have never seen you invite friends or relatives to your home, nor have you seen that you have too much contact with the outside world. If you are always alone, will you be lonely?"

Song Min said, "No."

Huang Dan looked over, "Why?"

Song Min lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a serious and stereotypical face, "Because there is a young master."

Huang Dan's eyes fell on the man's white temples. "When I was studying, I went to school during the day, and when I came back to have dinner, I went to the study room. I either read books or did questions. After graduation, I went to work during the day, and I went to the study room after dinner. I was also dealing with my own business on weekends. We had very little time to communicate at the end of the day."

Song Min said, "Enough."

If it was Huang Dan, who had not experienced time travel, he wouldn't even ask, because he didn't know what loneliness was, and he wouldn't care about others. But now he asked, and he couldn't understand the answer he heard.

Song Min's voice did not fluctuate, "Young Master, have someone you like?"

Huang Dan still didn't cover it up this time, and he nodded, "Well, I have someone I like."

Song Min's eyelids tweaked and then hung down. He seemed to be an old father, worried that the child who grew up holding in his palm would be deceived and hurt himself. "Then does she like the young master?"

Huang Dan said, "He likes me too."

Song Min lifted up his eyelids again, but did not hang down, but stopped on the young man's side face, "It is a rare fate to be willing to accept two wishes. The young master can find some time to make an appointment with someone at home."

Huang Dan stopped talking.

Song Min said, "If the woman is inconvenient, the young master can wait and ask for it if there is a suitable opportunity. Don't let the other party feel uncomfortable during the date with you."

The woman? Huang Dan's brows moved, "He is like me."

Song Min asked, "What did you say, Master?"

Huang Dan smiled, "I like a man."

Song Min's pupils shrank, not sure if it was because of the smile on the young man's lips or if he liked men's words.

Huang Dan did not continue this topic because he found that it was meaningless.

This is like talking about a dream, even if the description is detailed, it cannot be delayed in reality.

After a brief silence, Song Min had recovered as usual. He stepped forward and wanted to clean up the dining table. The voice of the young man was in his ear, "I'll do it."

Huang Dan found that the man was not moving, and he felt novel, "Are you in a daze?"

Song Min asked, "The young master has never mentioned who he likes. When did he know his sexual orientation?"
To be continued...