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After they finished eating, Phaedrus challenged them to each deliver a sermon in which he described and praised love.
Fully bellied and half drunk, each of them set out to try to capture that ethereal feeling represented by Eros, the god of love, and give it a body of words. "
I never happened to talk about love in a deep or detailed way
I had never included him in my conversations in a continuous manner, except that an entire week in which my troubled heart accompanied me made me think only of him.
That little boy who stole my mind in a few hours and escaped, disappearing like a fantasy.
“What Plato and his friends did that night is no different from what we do in our intimate sessions with friends, where we always find that love and relationships have their reserved place in almost any discussion. Sometimes, quickly and without warning.”
We find that what started as lighthearted humor and harmless gossip soon turns into heavy questions about...
Our emotional life and our relationship with those we love. The discussion ends
Each goes to his home, but inside each head is still
"Questions are swirling."
I blushed and raised my shoulders as I walked around the spacious place
Here and there, the looks of my audience travel with me wherever I go
"And since Plato's banquet in the fourth century BC
To this day, there is nothing new under the sun of love.
It is still the same intoxicating and painful feeling at the same time, in whose sweetness we drown some days and barely escape its hurricanes other days.
Between this and that, we keep wondering, where did this love come from? Do we really love who we think we love? Will our love be able to last long and one day build a successful marriage? "
I talked about many aspects of love and the opinions of philosophers about them until I reached the last paragraph to smile at the screen, and my smile and looks were directed only to one person.
He might see me now, anticipating my viewing, as eager as I am to see him
“I heard from someone that whoever loves does not fall! This made me feel an overwhelming desire to investigate his belief and eventually reached absolute conviction...”
If you are sitting facing the screen, you will realize that my words are about you
And that longing tortured me and that I would reach your lips with a bloody kiss as soon as I found you
A severe punishment.
“The word falling in love is not correct. Love is a positive action, and in it a person rises, steps, walks and learns.”
I arranged the papers in my hand and adjusted my stance
I inhaled deeply into my chest and moistened my lips as I concluded today's episode, "End your night with great love, my dear audience, and be careful not to neglect the rare love when you find it, and do not let it slip away from your hands, for before love a person is one thing, and with love is everything, and after love?" .. " nothing "
And here I am, speaking to me. After that meeting, I was a wandering, tortured soul inside a body, and love suffered the harshest exhaustion from it.
Ten o'clock in the evening
I'm sitting in my car, parked opposite a two-story house and a flowering outdoor garden framed by a short white wooden fence.
I look at the website that Haikuan sent to my phone a while ago, then I look at the house I arrived at.
wang yibo is the name of my little lover
This is his home address.
And here I am just because I knew the name of the store where he worked
I was able to reach him.
A little hesitant, but I won't waste my chance! And I ran away just as he ran away from me. I found him after a tough week
Certainly not to turn around and go home.
So, without any annoying side thoughts, I found myself standing in front of his door, ringing the bell with complete confidence
This late! With this childish eagerness.
Really foolish and irresponsible behaviour.
What if his father received me, for example! What am I going to say, I wonder! What will I use as an excuse!?
Hello, I am Xiao Zhan, your son’s lover, whom I met one night... an unparalleled night in which he slept in my arms before I knew his name, and before I got to know him.
Would you allow me to take him with me? And don't worry.. I will never return it.
He will definitely kick me out and call me crazy
“I'll see for myself, mom, that's okay.”
My senses stopped working and my thoughts faded away
Interior. The moment the door opened and he himself appeared in front of me, not someone else.
He was wearing his winter pajamas and his cheeks were reddened by the biting cold.
His scattered hair strands and his neck covered with a brown scarf
I swallowed my saliva with a sigh of relief and closed my eyes for a few seconds, controlling my eagerness to hug him.
“S- Mr. Media Officer..!” he stuttered and looked at me while blinking, unable to understand who he was seeing at this time. “How did you know where my house was?”
My eyes widened and I raised my arms in the air in defense of myself, “Pure coincidence, believe me!”
His eyebrows rose with a sarcasm that supported his words, “What a coincidence that puts you in front of my house, Zhan!”
He asked! What is my fault if I answer him in my own way!
I looked behind him, making sure the place was empty so as not to fall into a disaster that I was not prepared for. He leaned closer to him, then stole a strong kiss from his rosy cheek that produced an obscene sound. Then I whispered my answer in his ear after stealing a kiss from her cold touch as well.
“My beloved fugitive lives here, but I wonder how close you are to him, my child?”
His body trembled at the sound of my voice and my kisses, and he shook in place, looking back for fear that a member of his family would see this situation and demand an explanation at that time.
“What are you doing? My family is here.”
He argued with trembling hands and with little force that did not seem serious, pushing me back.
I smiled sideways and turned back to comply with his request, and after my eyes enjoyed his features of shyness, I uttered what made him raise his head towards me with wide eyes, “I will wait for you in the car, my child.”
"W-what? No.. I won't be able to-"
“I will wait for you in the car, baby, don’t be late.”
I leaned towards him and silenced him with a sudden kiss, then I caressed his pink cheek and pointed to my watch, reassuring him not to be late or exhaust me waiting for him.
By the time the tenth minute and seven additional seconds had passed, he had left his house wearing other clothes
And a heavy coat hides his small body.
He got into the car with the seat next to me, and I recognized his excitement and dissatisfied expression
I'm on my way to getting long reprimands.
*
“Your program is one of the most enjoyable programs for me, and you are a famous journalist! I just don’t—”
“One of the programs! You have a lot more than me then.”
I interrupted him, not at all interested in the idea he was trying to convey
That I am a famous man.. and that I quickly fell in love with him and did not take the time to get to know him and take the time to consider our relationship and.. and many such words that lead to one path, which is to reject me in an elegant way.
He puffed out his cotton cheeks like a child and shook his head in despair at his futile attempts with me. And from his expressions, I could tell that he was about to behave with me as he had treated that rude man in the hotel, confronting me forcefully and aggressively, quarreling with me, and stopping being calm and shy around me.
However, in the end, he suppressed his complaints to himself and responded by confessing,
“I don’t watch a lot of TV programs!”
My eyes alternate between the empty road and what is in between, even though I am busy driving! I did not miss a moment without examining him
I studied his beautiful features and contradictory expressions
“How many programs do you watch exactly? To know the identity of my enemies, those who share and compete with me.”
He gave me a sideways look that was supposed to be sharp and resentful, but in my opinion it was very kind and made my heart beat violently.
So I sighed very weakly, and with my free hand I hugged his palm, which was spread on his thighs, and brought him close to my lips. I felt him with my kisses, sighing over and over again from the fragile texture of his white skin.
"Answer me, my little one! How many others attract your attention?!?"
After all the kisses he received from me, and after his confusion and the relaxation of his tense expression with slight anger, he dug up the truth, surrendering.
“To be honest...I only follow your show.”
You smiled, leaving one last kiss on his palm
Then I will keep it between my fingers
“Can I know why, baby?”
“You act like you don't know my name!”
He groaned and pulled his hand back to himself, giving me those gentle laser looks of his.
I laughed at his attempts to repel me even though he was contradicting himself, and I shook my head in a categorical denial, “Absolutely not, I met you by chance, my little one, so how can I know your name!!”
He went along with me in my act and remained content while leaning his body against the car door to face me
"Wang Yibo, Mr. Media Officer"
I opened my mouth in surprise and hummed, pretending to hear his name for the first time
Since the Haikuan message arrived on my phone, I have been pronouncing those seven letters on my tongue and have not stopped repeating them. “I would not be surprised by the elegance of the name as long as its owner possesses a luminous aura the likes of which I have never seen in my life.”
“Your flirting is as bad as I have ever seen anything like it in my life, sir.” I glanced at him quickly, raising my eyebrows in surprise
"Oh, and that's why... your cheeks are colored with a dark blush!"
He looked away from me and moistened his lips, then bit them with a distracted mind
He groaned in pain, and those scarred lips were filled with a frown
Contrary to all his previous situations in the past few seconds.
In the midst of my reckless driving and my lost attention because of it, my laughter came crashing into the walls of the car, and I don’t even remember when I laughed so excessively as I do now.
Oh my God, Yibo, you definitely never fail to surprise me!
"Mr. Media! Why don't you focus on your way and stop looking at me in an uncomfortable way.!?"
“You feel uncomfortable because of me, little one!”
With a smile that I did not know how to refute, I wondered and kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other naughtily crept up and pinched his hot cheek, trying as much as I could not to lose the way while he was in front of me, shrinking with a beautiful frown and blushing cheeks, his head bowed shyly to look at me and exchange my jealous stares.
Comfortable, he says.
" Okay - "
"Why? Aren't you just a broadcaster whose only interesting programs interest you? Why are you so shy, my boy?"
Why and when? I no longer ask myself these questions, and there are no answers that help me.
But yes.. I became addicted to teasing him, as was every aspect of his personality that I got to know in a very short conversation
I loved her as much as I had known him for many years.
*
“Isn't it late? Why are we here?”
When I stopped the car after driving continuously for nearly a quarter of an hour, there was no silence between us as we shared many events, many feelings.
In front of a closed park, and a dark night, I got out of my car, turned towards him, opened the door for him myself, and extended my hand towards him, saying, “A date at this time, yibo? What do you think?”
“You also insist on surprising me, Mr. Media!” I smiled lightly and hummed, hugging his palm between my fingers and taking him with me to wander around the empty corridors of the park.
Between wet trees and cold weather
Under a cloudy, lumpy sky that hides behind it a moon that is ashamed to compete with those with me with its glamorous and breathtaking appearance.
“You evaded and have not answered my question yet, my little one.” His hand is embraced by my fingers, and his body is next to mine.
The steps: It looks like we are on one of the usual romantic dates, except that we chose a time when everyone is asleep, except that it is only the second time that we have met.
Except that I kidnapped him from his home without permission.
Oh, it has nothing to do with the normal date, why lie?!
“I don’t think you will like my answer, Mr. journalist.”
A more naughty tone addressed me, making me curious about what he was hiding
“In one way or another, I was forced to see you, and watching you was not of my own free will and personal desire.”
I gasped, pretending that his words hurt me deeply, “A dangerous confession, yibo.”
He laughed and raised his head to the sky, contemplating its dark colors. “My family is obsessed with television programs... and has a special taste for selection, and that depends on the culture of the broadcaster and his personal aura.”
“And what does your family think of me?”
I muttered as we sat on one of the wooden benches
He took a heavy breath and whispered in shame, “My family is in love with you, Mr. media personality. I hear my mother praising you more than she praises me! From me and hugging him to my chest.
With relief, I exhaled my breath, as there was this fear that had struck me and occupied a part of me
Fearing that they would reject our quick love and my desire to have their son in just two days, “That is good, I think. My task has become easy! Since they love me from the beginning.” He nodded to me in confirmation... and I can see his attempts to act normally with me after my sudden embrace, forgetting that he had agreed to me being his lover. He did not object as he used to.
However, he insists on arguing with me, claiming that he is not
He is interested in me and I am not special in his heart
“So you see...I was forced to watch your show with them and I couldn’t choose.”
I rolled my eyes and pinched his waist since my fingers hugging his body moved on their own, teaching him a lesson not to lie!
His eyes widened and he jumped into my arms, “Are you telling me that you don’t like me, little one?”
“The truth is bitter, Mr. handsome journalist, that is why we usually avoid it and do not want to hear it.”
I shook my head, admiring his unique way, and bowed my head towards him, staring at him closely, not showing mercy to the confusion of my heart or the turmoil of my emotions, but rather making the matter worse for myself.
He raises his languid head on my chest and looks at me listlessly, out of breath lost due to the great closeness between us. “Yes, yes, that is why you are evading my questions! And denying your true feelings!”
“I am not denying anything! I am speaking to you frankly and directly.”
And again, I rolled my eyes at how steadfast and steadfast he was in his opinion and self-deception before it was a deception of me and a well-acted evasion.
In order to prove to him how wrong his expression was and show him the worth of my trust, I leaned closer to him, bending my neck to the side, perhaps hurting me for my uncomfortable position.
But it is permissible for me to kiss him easily and without suffering.
As soon as I rushed towards those pink lips of his and pushed him onto the back of the wooden chair wet from the cold, I took over the task of robbing him of his useless rational thoughts.
And controlling him with my own thoughts.
Not aggression and control! Rather, he automatically clung to me and leaned in with my kisses...
He moaned in a gentle, delicate voice, his lips abused by me.
With his arms around my neck, he exchanged my fierce kiss after only seconds, merging into it with his eyes closed, completely forgetting his false claims and false assertiveness.
His lips tasted of coffee, as if he was drinking it with his family in a warm and comfortable atmosphere when you came and invaded his time!
Should I feel remorse?
Because I don't
Coffee from his mouth is a drug unlike any other drug.
And after I finished, I was not satisfied with anything but him crying out for help and needing to breathe
He lightly hit my shoulder so that I could respond to him, and he separated our clashing lips with more than perfect harmony.
"zha-n"
He gasps and buries his face in my neck, where his rapid, turbulent breathing renders him unable to speak for a period of time until he at least regains his senses.
I took advantage of the opportunity and surrounded his waist, pulling him to my chest
I hug him tightly and tightly until he almost sits on my lap from the terror of holding him. With my face immersed in his hair, I breathe in his scent, then I walk around his cold neck, warming him with my kisses.
I stain his whites with my naughtiness, leaving behind red spots that will not go away immediately.
I feel his body as much as I can reach, and I find him shivering and shrinking in my arms when I dare to caress his thighs, touching them with my touches.
Then I squeeze the white flesh hidden behind his heavy damned trousers, which hide from me a beautiful appearance of the tenderness and temptation of his chunky thigh.
A faint groan escapes his violent lips, and then he whispers a sob as he tightens his fists around my jacket.
"Stop zhan"
I did not stay long and carried out his wish, satisfied for the time being with the effects I had left on his neck of mine.
We remained in our place, with the same close embrace, enjoying our quiet evening, not complaining about anything, as if we had known each other for years, and that was a habit for us.
Relaxing alone in empty parks.
Until I took the initiative to ask my question, which suddenly came to my mind as I was thinking about our relationship and seeing his rejection and hesitation from her, “Yibo, don’t you believe in love at first sight!?”
He pursed his lips and looked at me for a few seconds, silently, “I believe that this love is nothing but a formal admiration that will melt and disappear with time.”
“Did you love me at first sight, my little one?” In another form, I rephrased my question, ignoring his previous words and frank messages.
He did not evade or distort his answer, but rather responded this time while looking into my eyes, with confidence and another failed attempt to push me away from him.
“I think you experienced the same feelings as me, Zhan, when suddenly and without prior introduction, you felt something strange occupy your heart while you were seeing me and talking to me. You felt as if for a few minutes you were connected to me and you would not like to be away from me.”
I smiled at his correct description of my feelings, fully aware deep down that his next words would be useless excuses.
My expectations were not disappointed when he resumed, “I also experienced the same feelings as you, Mr. journalist. I do not deny, but I am confused about them and skeptical. As for you? You hastily called it love and did not take the time to understand and document your unusual feelings.”
He explained to me the reason for his rejection, in a way that he thought was convincing! But he doesn't know me yet.. He won't get over my love and make me doubt him! No matter what he says and no matter what he justifies...
There's no need to even discuss! I know my heart
I also know that these feelings will not be an offensive and temporary whirlwind that will then fade away, as he says
Rather, it took root inside me with a roughness and deep insistence
He will not be able to remove it no matter how much strength and effort he exerts.
However, I will give him the opportunity to trust this love and make his decision, to be sure of his feelings
And he clings to me then as I do.
“Why are you in a hurry, my little one? Days will pass with you and me... and I will be a fierce opponent against you and prove to you the strength of my unwavering love.”
I went along with him, no more, pretending I agreed with him.. Rather, I pretended to be convinced, and I know and he also knows that this is just an excuse to be with me and see for ourselves whether what he believes around us is wrong or.. right.
“The weather has become very cold.”
I muttered, intending to change the course of our discussion.
I found him laughing and pointing to his jacket jokingly, “Should I take it off for you?”
“Won’t our situation be the opposite of usual, my child?”
I laughed like a fast-moving hyperinfection when his cheerful laughter rose in agreement with my words, “For your sake, Mr. media person! What has been usual with us until now?”
“You're right! But I'm offering you a better suggestion than giving me your jacket so you can get sick later because of me.”
He looked at me without understanding and did not understand my intention yet. I smiled lightly and grabbed his hand and pulled him to get up with me. “Come on, come with me.”
"Is the date over? Where are you taking me this time!?" Sal Yibo
He did not object, but amid the echo of his loud laughter, he swayed like a weight behind me.
He obeyed me, eager to know our next destination.
Yes, I don't know him and he doesn't know me. Yes, we are still strangers and we know nothing about each other
But the calm and comfort that accompanies us when we are next to each other makes me want to risk everything for him. I have never had these feelings and this amount of familiarity and warmth except with him.
What I think about is that I should cling to him and never let him leave my sight, and if what I feel is not love so far, I would like to fall in love with him and not anyone else.
I would like to share it my next life
And hugging his hand for a long road, whose end I can't imagine.
*
A month passed, each day was long enough for me to love him every time as the first time, as the first look, as the first heartbeat and the first love.
Every day I spend with him is equivalent to my entire previous life. Every day with him I experience true happiness that enriches me
About every person I have ever known in my life and every person I will know in the future.
“Yibo, I will finish the episode early and come to take you home.”
This was one of the customs that we adhered to, meeting after an episode of my program, talking all night and exchanging kisses between one artist and the other.
Because we met in this way, we could not give it up since it was a special coincidence that will always reside in our hearts and memories.
I still call him my little boy... because it is another habit that my tongue has practiced and other reasons that come from deep within me that I cannot explain.
I finished talking about today's topic and I was extremely excited because I was going to meet him. I did not wait to talk to the staff and thank them for their work. Rather, like someone fleeing from a crime, I left in my car. I drove to where he lived, and the foolish smile did not leave me.
I knocked on the door several times, certain that he would open it himself as usual and would not allow anyone else to receive me.
"I missed you baby"
I chanted and was about to lean towards him and kiss him when he became angry and pushed me away from me, avoiding my kiss. “Zhan..I think I won’t be able to come with you today.”
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. When I called him, he did not refuse. Rather, he was as excited as me. So what had changed in my absence?!
Before I asked, he quickly cleared up my misunderstanding, “I told my family about you...and I apologize in advance for what will happen.”
“Did I... get rejected?”
With disappointment in my voice, I asked him to exhale and close his eyes
“You'll wish you'd been rejected soon,” Yibo said in a whisper
"What didn't--"
I was interrupted by the sounds of wailing from behind and a sudden attack from four people at once, pushing Yibo out of the house and even throwing him out of the house, all of them clinging to me to let me in instead.
And before I even realized what was happening! I was sitting on some sofa, sandwiched between them.
And Yibo gave me the most regretful and nervous look after he entered the house, cursing under his breath, and I understood that from his upset expression and the furrowed furrow of his eyebrows.
“I am Yibo’s mother, this is my dear husband, this is my youngest daughter Ziyi, and the beautiful one next to you is my eldest daughter Yanli.”
His family...is crazy. I understood that immediately.
Because of his mother, who was eager like a young teenager to introduce me to her family, and because of his father, who had a wide smile and waved at me in a funny way.
Because of him, his two sisters were attached to me... until I almost shouted at them recklessly and told them that I was attached to their brother, who was standing far away from me, out of shame.
So that they would stop flattering me and displaying their beauty before my eyes.
Although I cannot deny the attractiveness of their charming features! But...that little boy's shyness goes beyond them in levels and levels, so I do not like the unfair comparison
“Nice to meet you, I’m xiao-”
“xiao zhan, we know you, handsome young man.”
What is this now? Did his father, whose reaction I was afraid of, call me handsome and hit me on the shoulder as if I were an old friend!!
I swallowed my saliva and their overly nice behavior made me feel more upset than before.
So I raised my head to Yibo, begging him to save me from them.
He simply abandoned me and raised his hands in the air, showing me that he had no control over what would happen and that I should face them alone.
I sighed inwardly and carefully distributed my gaze between them.
To find his mother attacking me again with a barrage of information packed into one sentence, “You are undoubtedly tired and starving after all the long, enjoyable conversations and conversations that added joy to our night...so what do you think if we shared cake and coffee?”
"Yes"
I was not surprised when she interrupted me and did not hear my answer, then she continued talking to her two daughters, “Come on, Yanli, Ziyi, come with me to help me and let the males discuss among themselves.”
As soon as they got up from the couch, I did not prevent myself from exhaling the strong breath that was trapped in my chest
After I was suffocated and detained among them like a prisoner, my steps were limited and my breaths were counted.
Then I remembered his father's presence next to me so that I could warm myself up and hope, even if only a little, that he would be sane among them.
But no... He proved to me how wrong I thought when he said, with his eyes shining as they scanned me through books, “You are actually more handsome, my dear Xiao. If I were in my little Yibo’s place, I would not give up on you, not even in my dreams! Rather, I would put you in front of me and contemplate you like a perfect painting.”
My eyes widened and I turned around looking for Yibo to save me from his father because obviously I am being harassed here! And from my beloved's father. !!!
Then where is his neglected wife!! And her husband is flirting with me here
Damn, his family is not only crazy but sick! It is good that Yibo is different from them...in fact, he does not resemble them in the slightest feature.
" I'm sorry .. "
His whispers reached me and I immediately turned around and approached him, where he sat next to me in his mother’s place, as far away from his father as possible
“Are you sure you belong to this crazy family?”
I muttered without thinking, a little carried away by my personal opinion. He gave me an unsatisfied look and moved away in punishment to the edge of the sofa. He did not look or speak to me, even with the return of his mother and sisters and the presentation of cakes, and even with many conversations that took place between us, he remained firm in his position and did not give in to me.
It was as if by doing so he was warning me not to speak ill of his family.
And perhaps... his behavior alerted me to a fact
This family, even if I don't like it, is his family, and I must somehow open up to them and get used to their behavior and customs.
So I stripped away my shell and got rid of my surprise and annoyance.
I interacted with their words and took the initiative in many topics
Trying to understand that their cheerful personalities are not annoying
In fact, it is lively and spontaneous.
And perhaps, with the passage of some time, I became comfortable with them and adapted somewhat
Or maybe not, especially when his mother leaned towards me and whispered so that Yibo, who argued with me and turned away from me, would not hear, “Yibo loves neck kisses. He will completely forget his anger if I hug him and kiss him there gently with some gentle flirting.”
And not only that, but his father also gave me amazing advice similar to his wife’s: “Yibo’s room is on the second floor, dear Xiao, take him and pet him until he is satisfied with you.”
What the fuck is going on here! This is really a lot!! "Come on, don't be shy! It's not like you haven't made love before."
“Ma’am, we haven’t actually done that yet,” she whispered, making her gasp and look at her shocked husband.
Just when she was about to speak, Yibo rose and finally reacted to what he had left me in
“What are you whispering to him? Why are his ears so red!?”
…………………………
TBC