Descent from an altitude of 10,000 meters [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 37 One Night

Chen Jiayu got into the car, and the driver drove out of the two traffic lights. Very quiet classical piano music was playing on the radio, and it started to rain again outside. He remembered the time when the landing lights were not turned on, that rainy night at Daxing Airport, when Fang Hao came up to care about him. At that time, he spoke ten truthful words and cut his heart open for him to see. But things are different now, and now he doesn't tell the truth to himself. Regardless of luck or timing, they always seem to be half-missed.

But he also thought that he had already decided that he had to rely on himself. Even a large and sophisticated instrument like an airplane is not 100% reliable, so how could he bring him to Fang Hao just by luck. To say the least, from the moment they met at VHF, fate had already favored him enough.

"Master, please put me at the intersection ahead." Chen Jiayu suddenly said to the driver.

With autumn rain and cold, it is already the beginning of winter in Beijing in November. But after thinking about this, he couldn't feel the cold, he only felt that his chest was burning, and even his fingertips were sweating.

Before the master could understand, Chen Jiayu paid the driving fee for the entire trip, asked someone to get off the bus, then sat in the driver's seat, turned around and drove back.

For the first time in his life, just this once, damn the timing, he wanted to be willful for once.

On the way, he called Fang Hao and wanted to tell him that he would need to open the door for him and go upstairs.

When Fang Hao saw the screen of his mobile phone suddenly light up, a little light rose in his heart - Could it be that Chen Jiayu had something else to say? The thought made his heart beat violently again.

Chen Jiayu also wanted to chat with him, but he forgot all the notes he had prepared the moment he was connected. He paused for a moment and found an excuse and said: "I can't find my pass. Maybe I'm in the wrong place." You're home. I'll go upstairs and have a look."

When Fang Hao heard this, he knew it was not what he thought. You do need a pass to enter and leave the airport. After Chen Jiayu took the last flight, he took it out of the flight case but did not put it back. He may have taken it with him or something, it is entirely possible. So he just calmed down and said to the other side: "Okay, come up here and let's look for it together."

But the moment Fang Hao opened the door, met Chen Jiayu's eyes, and looked at his slightly wet shirt and hair, he knew that this was an excuse - no documents were left at his house, and it was a 100% lie. What he said about being friends was also a lie. Before, the two of them moved forward and backward in the tens of square meters of space in his apartment, retreating and advancing like a choreographed dance. It was all a lie. But the longing and desire that could not be concealed in his dark eyes were true.

It was so real that he could reach out and touch it, and tighten his arms to hold it. At that moment, Fang Hao found that he was unable to move as if something had hit his heart.

Fang Hao leaned against the wall and looked at him - it was Chen Jiayu who had trotted up just now, but at this moment, Fang Hao's chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his lips were slightly open, as if the words were on his lips.

It was Chen Jiayu who moved first. He took a step forward and gently touched Fang Hao's T-shirt collar with his left hand. Before he even closed the door, Chen Jiayu came in and pressed him against the door panel, regardless of whether there was anyone in the corridor.

The next second, he kissed her, lips touching. The cold wind and rain outside made his lips cold, but the kiss was hot. Fang Hao responded without hesitation, and his enthusiasm seemed to surprise Chen Jiayu. His left hand was still on Fang Hao's neck, caressing the back of his neck and head, protecting him from hitting the door panel, and then deepened the kiss. When they kissed, Fang Hao had only one thought in his mind. Chen Jiayu was really a contradictory person. His lips were cold, but the kiss was as hot as summer heat. The outer shell was hard, but the heart was soft.